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+the girl
+by Ze'ev Schurmann
+18 March 2021
+
+> Trigger Warning: This poem covers themes that may be upsetting to most people, such as rape and suicide. Do not read if you may be negatively impacted by this poem.
+
+You said I was beautiful,
+You told me I was nice,
+But I had no idea
+That I was rolling dice.
+
+I thought you were decent,
+How you spoke with my friends,
+But I never would have imagined
+What you really did intend.
+
+I enjoyed your company,
+I shone with delight,
+If only I had known
+The ending of that night.
+
+You asked me back to your place,
+When they called last round,
+A few drinks to watch the sunrise,
+Amazing it did sound.
+
+And we sat there on your deck,
+And watched the sky turn blue,
+As you fed me drinks,
+Your intentions were not true.
+
+And then you made it clear,
+What it was you did want,
+To tear off my skirt,
+And do your “manly” stunt.
+
+You told me I asked for it,
+But that was not true,
+I only wanted to relax,
+And watch the sun with you.
+
+You blamed it on my clothes,
+And said it's what I want,
+But to be honest,
+You're just a fucking cunt.
+
+You took away my innocence,
+And still you wanted more,
+And you didn't care,
+You called me a dirty whore.
+
+You hurt me that morning,
+For weeks I did bleed,
+And then I was pregnant,
+With your awful seed.
+
+I had to go to the clinic,
+And kill an unborn light,
+My soul was crushed that day,
+Did I do what's right?
+
+Now I don't trust men,
+No matter who they are,
+I see them all as evil,
+I keep them well afar.
+
+You broke my soul that day,
+You never cared for me,
+And now I suffer in silence,
+Happy I cannot be.
+
+So now I stand here,
+On my wooden stool,
+How I feel useless,
+For ever trusting you.
+
+I place the rope around my neck,
+So my suffering can stop,
+For all the pain you caused me,
+I kick the stool and drop.